Chapter 250 really wasn't intentional

At this moment, if it weren't for maintaining his image, Feng Linwan actually wanted to say something else.

"I'm not targeting anyone, but I'm saying that you're all rubbish. โ€

Of course, the right amount of bad taste is to increase the point of view, and if it is excessive, it will appear messy and disqualified.

Therefore, Feng Lin stood in place with his spear in his hand, looking indifferent, and he didn't feel that he had defeated two young city lords of Tianxia City in a row in one day, what a shocking thing.

If Su Xiu and Xie Qinghou are both straw bales, forget it.

It's just that their records are not fake, and their reputation is not as unbearable as Feng Linwan said.

There must be places that rely on the momentum of the world's cities, but their own skills are hard enough.

In the current martial arts world, even if he is not a top master, the qualifications of a first-class master cannot be run, and he is still the most top-notch.

Su Xiu was carried back by the disciples of the Martial Sect of the World.

In the dead of night, a rain of arrows burst in from the window of the inn where Feng Lin lived at night.

At some point, the entire inn had already been emptied.

Su Xiu and Xie Qinghou were defeated, and the remaining Yan Martyrdom and Xu Zhen must not be defeated.

Xu Zhen wandered around the rivers and lakes, his whereabouts were uncertain, and he didn't mention it.

But Yan Martyrdom returned to Tianxia City, according to reason, early the next morning, it should be Yan Martyrdom who returned to challenge Qin Changfeng in Feng Linwan's disguise.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

Yan was martyred as a senior brother, and he couldn't hide from this battle.

However, many people felt that Yan Martyrdom was by no means Qin Changfeng's opponent.

So, there was this night's attack.

There can be many people who can arrange this attack.

Situ Huiyun, Su Xiu and Xie Qinghou... They are all possible.

And all this, of course, has long been expected by Feng Linwan.

After a rain of arrows, the entire small building, those sneak attackers, began to set fire again, and with the help of fire oil, in just a moment, the entire inn was engulfed in flames.

In the flames, a white figure pierced through the roof, chased by the rain of arrows, stepped on the night, and ran in circles towards the small courtyard where Tang Ci lived.

On the surface, Qin Changfeng was already injured.

This is, of course, Feng Linwan's disguise.

He needs a reason to get close to Tang Ci, establish a friendship with Tang Ci, and push Tang Ci to the big quagmire and big dye vat of the real rivers and lakes.

The current Tang Ci, although he is in the city of the world, seems to be dealing with different people in the rivers and lakes every day, but he is outside the rivers and lakes.

Because he didn't really have a relationship with some people in the rivers and lakes.

Of course, in order to create a more realistic effect.

Feng Linwan's escape route seemed messy, and at the same time, his speed was not fast, not exerting one-tenth of his full speed.

"You're injured!" a clear voice suddenly stopped Feng Linwan.

Feng Linwan frowned slightly, then turned a deaf ear, and his feet sped up a little.

He already knew who called him.

"Second Senior Brother, they did it? I'm still late! I should have gone to my father, even if he was in retreat. My mother always spoils them and indulges them in messing around. The female voice continued, and seemed to catch up.

Feng Lin secretly said in trouble, and then turned around suddenly.

The little figure behind him who quickly caught up almost threw himself into his arms.

"Who are you?" Feng Linwan asked knowingly.

Yang Sheng calmed down, and then said with a guilty face: "I am Yang Shang, the youngest daughter of the city lord." It was my two senior brothers who did it with you during the day, and I apologize to you on their behalf. โ€

Looking at the little girl's face full of flying clouds, guilty and slightly excited expression, Feng Linwan swore to the sky that he really didn't mean it.

The personal charm is too strong, and sometimes it is easy to be injured by mistake, which is a matter of no way and belongs to force majeure.

"I accept your apology, now... Don't follow me. I need to heal and I have one more game to play tomorrow. Feng Lin said indifferently.

Yang Shang said nervously: "You... The senior brother is different from the second senior brother and the fourth senior brother. His knife is particularly powerful, even his father has said that in the long run, twenty years later, there will be no one in the world who can catch the knife of the senior brother unscathed. โ€

Feng Lin was slightly stunned when he heard this, and thought about it carefully... Seemingly... Presumably he seems to have said this?

Uhยทยทยท Sometimes it is necessary to properly encourage education, so... Some things are said and said, who takes them seriously?

For example, when teachers educate students, they often say that so-and-so is the next Bill Gates, the next Einstein or something... , if you really lose!

"I can die, but I can't lose. If you talk nonsense, hurry away. Feng Lin said impatiently.

He was really impatient, and not pretended to be a trick and used that trick to get away with it.

See... There's still a scene to be played! Now I'm intercepted by Yang Shang, a little girl, halfway, what's going on?

"That... Come back with me! I have a lot of good medicine in my room. โ€

Before Yang Sheng finished speaking, Feng Linwan had already sped up and left quickly.

He sealed Lin Wan and did what he said.

If you don't beat Yang Xiaoyun's daughter's idea, you won't beat their idea.

Yang Sheng behind him followed for a while, and finally stopped, looking at the back of Feng Linwan who disappeared into the night, finally gritted his teeth, and then turned around and returned to the World Martial Sect.

Since she couldn't stop 'Qin Changfeng', she had to find a way to prevent Yan from being martyred.

The small courtyard where Tang Ci lives is naturally the small courtyard prepared for the identity of the fortune teller before Feng Linwan.

Now in the small yard, there are no more weeds, and it is very clean.

Not only did there be more decorations in the yard, but also some vegetables and fruits were planted.

It has a very good taste of life.

Boom!

Feng Lin made a fake fall and fell in Tang Ci's small courtyard.

Tang Ci heard the sound and saw Feng Linwan, who was bloodied in his chest and seemed to be seriously injured.

"Is it him?, how could he be so badly injured?" Tang Ci looked at Feng Linwan and didn't move.

He seemed to be thinking about whether to throw the person in front of him out.

Although, during the day, because of this person, he did a few orders of business.

But after saying so many words against his will, he was a little reluctant.

So... Out of sight is out of sight.

"Is Uncle Shi here?" Feng Linwan raised his head slightly, and asked Tang Ci a little 'weakly'.

Tang Ci originally stretched out, wanting to carry Feng Linwan up, and then threw out the hand, turning around and helping him up.

"You are?"

"My master is a Feng gentleman, your master is Lin Shanren, and we also have an uncle. Feng Linwan said.

This is naturally the 'background information' that Tang Ci explained early on.

So Tang Ci carried the seriously injured fellow brother in.

After three or two sentences, the relationship between the two gradually narrowed.

With the help of Tang Ci, Feng Linwan took care of the wound and sat up on the bed with a pale face.

"Senior Brother Tang, you and I are out of the same door, Senior Brother has one thing to entrust, tomorrow... Senior brother had an appointment and had to go. If you don't go... It weakens the prestige and destroys the morale. But you also know what the senior brother looks like now, so I still bother you to go on a trip on your behalf. Since you are a disciple of the good man's uncle, you must have obtained the true inheritance of his old man, and it is not a problem to defeat a mere Yan martyrdom. โ€